Back in the treatment room, Zhang Long and Lucas finished eating the dumplings and began to take care of Ricksat, and soon the cheers of the brothers for Fecchuma, Glintys, Cimbo and Fernando could be heard outside. The www.biquge.info of this kind of private competition at the aristocratic family banquet did not need to be fully mobilized, and the gladiators who did not play still had to stay at home and train.

Zhang Long was actually quite glad that although it was a big pity to miss training, because of this, he was able to avoid one of the biggest internal disputes among the gladiator brothers in the current family, that is, the battle between Fetsuma and Grentis. As we all know, this kind of thing has been the most cruel and ruthless since ancient times, although they are nothing more than a group of slaves in the final analysis, but they are not unavoidable. Whoever ends up on the throne, Fichmar and Grentis will lose the most from the loser's brother, and the one who follows the winner will not necessarily have any good results, and there are many people who are sacrificed as stepping stones in the middle.

So, it's great to have such a good reason to stay out of the matter as he has. Even if Fecma loses in the end, it won't matter much if he continues to befriend the brethren after returning to them, and if he is of bad character enough, it will be safe for him to go with Glentis when the wind blows, and of course he will not do it.

All morning, Lucas was in a state of extreme euphoria. After he personally practiced the new method realized by Zhang Long, he gave a thumbs up and praised it fiercely, and Zhang Long was also deeply impressed by the old healer's skills: after asking in detail about his own operation, Lucas drove the holy light from the chrysanthemum to the stomach to walk the entire intestinal tube, which took only ten minutes, and afterwards the old man said with a little regret that this was the first operation, and he was not very skilled! God, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, and there are still a lot of things to learn.

Therefore, Zhang Long was extremely humble to ask Lucas for advice and learning, and the old man was also happy to teach him, so the champion's intestines were repeatedly passed through by the holy light of the master and apprentice more than ten times, and it is estimated that when he wakes up and knows, he will definitely cry and laugh. But the benefits are also obvious, after being cleaned continuously for a morning, it is estimated that there will definitely be no more infections in the short term.

It was noon, and the treatment room ushered in a familiar uninvited guest: Haishan.

As a general rule, gladiators were forbidden to visit Ricksat in the treatment room, as the state of affairs of the champions would be severely affected if they became known. But Hassan's is not just a gladiator, she is also a confidant of her master, so she naturally has this privilege.

"Aha, Zhang Long, long time no see!" With a stylized smile on her face, Hai Shan walked in with a rice basket, "Master Lucas, let's eat together." 」

The three of them sat down around the desk and began to feast. Hasan swallowed the beef patty in her mouth, looked back at Ricksat who was still unconscious, and asked, "Master, do you think he still has any hope of returning to the arena?" 」

Lucas frowned, "Boy, this doesn't seem to be what you should ask, even if Master Esenhard trusts you very much, if he wants to know, he will definitely come in person." 」

Hai Shan looked cautiously outside the door, and said in a low voice, "The master is right, this is indeed what I want to ask...... he paused, and continued, "As you know, I am now placed in a very sensitive position by my master, that is, the referee of the competition between Fetsuma and Glintis for the head of the family. You two are not outsiders, so I'll tell you the truth: this contest is nothing more than stalling for time to wait for Ricksat's recovery, and for as long as I want, until the day when the champion is on his feet. But now I'm worried that even if he can get up, he won't be the same Ricksat he used to be!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn: Isn't this something that Zhang Long has been worried about? He can be said to be half of the champion's attending doctor, so he naturally knows what the problem is. Needless to say, the internal injuries are not to mention, just look at those terrible bite marks on the skin, how many muscles on the chest, back, and arms are all the source of the strength of the gladiator! Even if the skin can grow well, the missing flesh can't be returned, as a power gladiator, can he really continue to fight after standing up?

Lucas put down the dishes and thought for a while before he spoke, "This is not something you should know, if you must have this answer, please go and ask Master Isenhard to bring his hand. 」

Hyshan's face did not change, the smile still hung on her face, and she said as if nothing had happened, "Okay master, I see. He quickly changed the subject, as if the question he had just had existed at all, "The beef patty tastes good, I asked Suina's girl to make it, and I specially entertained you two heroes." As he spoke, he took out a small can of beer from his basket and asked, "Would you like to wish our champion a good recovery and a toast?"

"No," Lucas said, "you can't drink when you care for the sick, you can drink it yourself, the meatloaf is well done, thank the girl on our behalf." 」

Hai Shan touched her nose again, but her smile didn't change at all: "Mmmm, that's right, look at my brain......" He slapped his head hard to laugh at himself, put away the wine jar and sighed: "Alas, it's not easy to be a referee, you can't favor anyone, let alone offend anyone." Even someone like me is a little tired, and it's only been a few days!"

Zhang Long asked with some curiosity, "How are the brothers in the training ground doing now?"

"The motivation is fine, but there are a lot of hidden dangers!" Hai Shan took a sip of wine alone: "Our master's method, to be honest, is really not very good. Originally, when Lexar was the chief, everyone was very convinced of his ability, and everyone was determined to win glory for the family, which is like now, they are all thinking about who to follow, yesterday on the field, the two brothers who originally supported Grentis were almost beaten on the spot by the water ghost because they wanted to turn to Phychma, if it wasn't for Kaisongen and I stopped him in time, I'm afraid they would have to report to you the night before!"

Zhang Long was also a little worried when he heard this, when he first came, what a united family this was, although the brothers had different ideas and some contradictions, but they would definitely not be divided into two factions like now. He couldn't help but shake his head and said, "If Rixat hadn't been hurt, this wouldn't have happened......

Hai Shan sighed, but a hint of imperceptible cunning flashed in her eyes: "Yes, but I'm not afraid of your jokes, if I stand in the master's position, I'm afraid I won't do this." I will buy a more powerful person from the outside to be the chief, and then draw the hatred of the brethren on that person, and in the end, whether it is Glintys or Fichma, whoever takes down the outsider first will naturally be the chief, how good!"

"How can this be?" Lucas vetoed on the spot, "In that case, how sad will the brethren be, and will they be able to remain loyal to Master Esenhard in the future?"

"Ah, the master is right......" Haishan hurriedly laughed, "How can I speak of the master's wisdom?

"Yes," Lucas said with a serious expression and unceremoniously, "the biggest difference between our family and other trainers is loyalty!

Zhang Long listened from the sidelines, and once again admired the cleverness of Isenhard: he firmly captured the hearts of the gladiators with generous treatment and clever words, this is the advantage of being a literati, he knows how to govern people, and he is better than the impulsive and obedient Batiatus in "Spartacus", who is at most full of loopholes. Let his gladiators turn against the water, unless the sun comes out of the west!

In the small talk of Haishan with a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, lunch was finished. Lucas looked at the back of Haishan as she left, and said to Zhang Long, "This kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp. 」

Zhang Long nodded silently, of course he knew. But at least so far, Hysan hasn't done anything to harm the brethren, so let's focus on Ricksat's injury first......

The danger of injury is always unpredictable, and what should have been a peaceful afternoon was suddenly shattered by a painful and fierce wheezing sound from the champion, who seemed to be foaming blood from his mouth and nose without warning, and his whole body began to spasm violently. Lucas shook his head fiercely, led Zhang Long to the side of the bed, and cursed, "Damn, my lungs are infected again!

Zhang Long hurriedly held the back of Rixat's neck, Lucas concentrated, condensed the holy light in the palms of his hands on the knife edge on the champion's chest, and closed his eyes tightly to feel the rhythm of breathing under his palms. However, the situation did not improve in the slightest, and Rixat's convulsions became more and more severe, and his face became the color of pig liver. After a while, Lucas opened his eyes with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's not just the infection, it's the wound of the lungs that has cracked in it, and we have to open the chest again!

Zhang Long hurriedly turned around and ran towards the door, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Master, is it possible...... Treat his lungs the same way you did in the morning?"

Lucas was already taking the knife from the drawer of the desk, and when he heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was surprised: "It should be feasible, come back quickly, let's try!"

With the current physical condition of Exexart, the probability of opening his chest again and dying on the operating table is as high as eighty percent, and Lucas is already a little desperate. At present, if you can draw inferences from one case and use the same method to treat respiratory problems, you may be able to save it. The master and apprentice worked closely together, Zhang Long pressed Rixat's constantly twitching body, and Lucas reached out to clasp the champion's mouth and nose, guiding the holy light down the nose to the trachea and then into the lungs. At this time, Lucas discovered that the structure of the respiratory tract is much more complex than that of the digestive tract: no matter how coiled the intestinal tract is, it is still a path, while the trachea has many branches like tree branches. This is troublesome, if you go through every branch road, when will you find the target? No way, the old man's heart is crossed, and he suddenly increases the amount of holy light, spreading all over the thousands of branch roads. This was obviously a great drain on spiritual power, and Lucas felt that his head was about to explode, and he suddenly sweated like rain, and said with difficulty, "Zhang Long, pass on your holy light to me!"

Zhang Long suddenly realized, put his hands on Lucas's shoulders, and drove his holy light to flow down his shoulders into Lucas's body. The holy light of the two resonated warmly, and Zhang Long could clearly feel that Lucas's spiritual power was almost overdrawn, but it was actually balanced under his full supplement. Finally, the old man found the place where Rixat's lung had ruptured, and immediately concentrated all the holy light there, stopping the bleeding, repairing, debridement, and doing it in one go!

Ricksat shuddered violently, and a large stream of dark red blood foam mixed with pus squirted out of his mouth and nose, and finally regained his composure. Lucas let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes, revealing a tired smile.

"Boy, we made it!" he turned around and gave a thumbs up like Zhang Long.

Zhang Long happily brought a glass of water to the master, and when Lucas was breathing evenly, he humbly asked, "Master, how difficult is it to treat the lungs than the intestines?"

"Yes, yes," Lucas explained, "I also just discovered that the airways are like trees, all forked. Once the Holy Light is in it, a single line will not work, and it must be illuminated in every path at the same time, so the cost is too great for the healer. If it weren't for the fact that Ricksat was too weak, he would probably not have been able to stand the open-chest, and if I had known in advance, I would never have used this method. But...... It's really endless, surgical dissection can only see a few large bifurcations of the trachea, I really didn't expect that there are so many invisible small tubes directly connected to the lobes of the lungs, the human body is really mysterious enough!"

In Lucas's emotion, the time was unconsciously approaching dusk, and there was a sudden commotion on the training ground, and it turned out that the warriors who had gone out to compete in the Leprosy Earl's family banquet had returned. From afar, you can hear Fei Quma's cheerful voice: "Hahaha, support my brothers, let's have fun together, Lao Tzu is victorious! The bastards of the Makqin family are vulnerable, and they have all been killed by me and Xinbo!" The barbarian apparently returned after his master had drunk outside, and drunkenly reported the good news to the brothers who were still training.

"Yay!" his supporters cheered loudly, and Simbo followed behind with the half-drunk barrel in his arms, happily distributing the wine to the brothers. Kaizon stood motionless in the middle of the training ground, his brows furrowed, and there seemed to be some foreboding in his heart......

Sure enough, Grentis appeared at the door of the cloister with an ugly face, followed by several miscellaneous slaves, carrying a corpse wrapped in bloody linen on a stretcher. When the gladiators who supported him saw this, they all fell silent and looked at them in a daze, but no one dared to step forward. Kaison muttered a foul mouth, strode over, and asked, "Fernando defeated?"

Glintes's big thick lips trembled violently, and his eyes showed an extremely cruel brilliance, but he didn't dare to make a mistake with the coach, and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth to reply, "Damn Credlaw...... If I were to fight him, I would win!, but Fernando...... I actually lost!"

"Shut up!" Kaisson said angrily, "How can a warrior who died for the glory of his family be a waste?" He walked back into the field, whipping his whip hard on the sand, interrupting the fetsuma team's celebration and the Grentis team's gloom, "Gladiators, line up!"

Glintis and Fechma each led their supporters face to face on the training ground, and this new split made Kaisson shake his head for a while, but he couldn't help it. Haysan led the slaves to quickly set up a crematorium on the edge of the cliff and put Fernando's body on it. Kaisong just wanted to go over to give a speech, but Haishan knelt down in front of the crematorium and cried loudly: "Master, you died so miserably......

Cayson, it seems, was a little gratifying, but the fact that the brothers had begun to divide was a growing concern.